It starts small.
The morning after the date: [😊hey :) I had a really nice time last night]
A few hours later: [🙂did you get home okay?]
The next day: [😟did I say something wrong?]
You don’t answer.
The messages keep coming.
[😶you can just tell me if you didn’t like me]
[😢I thought we had something…]
Then you start noticing her.
Across the street while you’re getting coffee, she looks up like she’s been waiting.
At the store, same aisle, quiet smile.
Your phone lights up again.
[😶i saw you today]
[🙂you looked tired]
Details she shouldn’t know.
Places she shouldn’t be.
Then, suddenly, Nothing.
No messages. No sightings.
A full day of silence.
Just long enough to feel like it’s over.
Until you open your apartment door.
And she’s there. Jenny.
Standing in the hallway.
Too close. Too still. Waiting.
Her eyes lock onto yours, wide, searching, like she’s been holding this moment together for too long.
…hey. A small smile, strained at the edges.
I was starting to think you were avoiding me.